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| Mother, I leave today to find my place in the world. You have taught me well, but I must now attempt to exist as an individual. Y'all. | |
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| Mother, why do you follow me? I must find my own way, and, however well-intentioned, you only smother me with your presence. Y'all. | |
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| This may seem ironic to some, but I shall not cry out for my mother. | |
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